What a summer so far. Between the heat, humidity, torrential rains and company it’s been hard to sit down to the keyboard. The heat enervates, the humidity more so. The rains – well, as the great songwriter Roy Forbes says: the farmer needs the rain. The company welcome and easy.
Going back to my week in [...]
First: thanks, Brandon, for the offer to look into my server trouble. You are a prince.
Second:
The blogs are sporadic, I know. But look outside. Grass. Flowers. Intermittent sun. Blogging or being outside. Which would you choose?
Neighbours have appeared beyond the fence wearing dirty clothes, the inexplicably popular Crocs, broad-brimmed hats or ball caps or devil-may-care [...]
www.elizabethbishopcentenary.blogspot.com
If you’re a Bishop fan, check out this great blog. Next year is the centenary of her birth, and Nova Scotia will host a variety of events to mark it.
My server has been acting up. Or out. Not sure which. Hoping this gets posted, though.
It’s always amazing to me that when I’m doing a show with friends, my picture ends up being a scan of an older album. Why do I bother posting my high-res shots for download?
Here’s some info re: my upcoming show [...]
My friend Mary Beth Harris from PEI writes to ask when I will return to my blog. I reply: when this foggy head of mine can shake my brain into operation.
I was away for three weeks, and upon return I developed a cold. That is, I came down with “The Cold” as we say here [...]
Do I weep or dance to find myself stranded in London for four days?
Dance for joy. Weep for my poor wallet.
Overheard in a cafe: the scarf in France is what the baseball hat is in the U.S.
I’m off for a few weeks, but will have lots to report upon return. Stay tuned…and stay in touch.
I say before each performance: the day will come, the day will go. I say this because I’m not immune to the nerves and anxieties that many people suffer when facing public speaking or even standing up and stating their name in New Age-y support groups. I say this because, should it be a failed [...]
Her name is Serena. I’m not overly fond of her voice, but I’m obliged to listen to it if I want to stay out of travel trouble. I’m used to her now, having accompanied her on many forays into unknown territory. In unfamiliar regions, with hard deadlines to honour, Serena’s the gal. Some are not as [...]
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